<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:47:48.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a teenager</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-7460022864810098066</id><published>2007-05-10T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T02:44:09.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've long gone.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, you can find me at www.xanga.com/mayhem_atthemonastry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. ive never really liked this skin anyway.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-6046558781865433000</id><published>2007-04-18T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T08:30:23.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i'm not studying for math anymore.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think this is really funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edwin || If you really love her, you've got to set her free. says:&lt;br /&gt;i always tend to say that when people tell me something at this point in time&lt;br /&gt;edwin || If you really love her, you've got to set her free. says:&lt;br /&gt;just so happen that i type faster than you&lt;br /&gt;edwin || If you really love her, you've got to set her free. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;the gold and glimmer would have gone. says:&lt;br /&gt;no who says&lt;br /&gt;the gold and glimmer would have gone. says:&lt;br /&gt;type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay in order to shorten this, i've painstakingly made &lt;br /&gt;.= edwin, and &lt;br /&gt;-= me,&lt;br /&gt;from this point on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.&lt;br /&gt;-the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.&lt;br /&gt;.you didn't say start!&lt;br /&gt;.tsk&lt;br /&gt;-hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;.AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;-okay wait!&lt;br /&gt;.you say start!&lt;br /&gt;-what, no YOU say!&lt;br /&gt;.okay&lt;br /&gt;.start!&lt;br /&gt;.the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;-the quick brown fox jumped &lt;br /&gt;.HAHA&lt;br /&gt;-what&lt;br /&gt;.again?!&lt;br /&gt;-copy and paste&lt;br /&gt;-think i dont know&lt;br /&gt;.I DIDN'T!&lt;br /&gt;.OKAY&lt;br /&gt;.AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;.1&lt;br /&gt;.2&lt;br /&gt;.start only when i say start&lt;br /&gt;.START&lt;br /&gt;.the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;-the quick brown fox jumped o&lt;br /&gt;.why are you so slow!&lt;br /&gt;.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;-hahaha &lt;br /&gt;-i always get stuck at BROWN&lt;br /&gt;-then i back space backspace&lt;br /&gt;.want to do it again?&lt;br /&gt;-okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;.START&lt;br /&gt;.the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;-the quick brown fox jumped over the &lt;br /&gt;-what!&lt;br /&gt;-i messed up at jumped.&lt;br /&gt;.again?&lt;br /&gt;.: D&lt;br /&gt;.so fun!&lt;br /&gt;-ha you're enjoying this arent you&lt;br /&gt;-okay last time.&lt;br /&gt;.START&lt;br /&gt;.the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;-the quick brown fox jumped over t&lt;br /&gt;-AAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;-.&lt;br /&gt;.you can say start if you want&lt;br /&gt;-enough.&lt;br /&gt;.hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;-no!&lt;br /&gt;.okay&lt;br /&gt;.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i love this mad guy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-6046558781865433000?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6046558781865433000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=6046558781865433000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/6046558781865433000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/6046558781865433000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-im-not-studying-for-math-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-3881899268962811450</id><published>2007-04-17T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:12.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday was really fun. after service we crammed into a fitting room in OG and took pictures(: &lt;br /&gt;the lady outside had her arms akimbo, she was really pissed when we came out. :/&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. &lt;br /&gt;here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RiTbAaSFOjI/AAAAAAAAABA/lCLBeX7jfzQ/s1600-h/hahaha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RiTbAaSFOjI/AAAAAAAAABA/lCLBeX7jfzQ/s320/hahaha.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054405481918183986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RiTbTaSFOkI/AAAAAAAAABI/P38ew1UG7aU/s1600-h/emo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RiTbTaSFOkI/AAAAAAAAABI/P38ew1UG7aU/s320/emo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054405808335698498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RiTbiqSFOlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/l1FXI6smXuI/s1600-h/act+cute.+gross!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RiTbiqSFOlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/l1FXI6smXuI/s320/act+cute.+gross!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054406070328703570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is soo gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to the toys section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RiTcFaSFOnI/AAAAAAAAABg/fePZcOWx6Y0/s1600-h/cool+stuff..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RiTcFaSFOnI/AAAAAAAAABg/fePZcOWx6Y0/s320/cool+stuff..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054406667329157746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, loads stuff happened today too. &lt;br /&gt;mr nunn is so funny! &lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure LD did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tessa esther and all you bandits, cheer up! its no bigg and we don't really care what you guys get, the rate you people practise. LOVE YOU GUYS(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-3881899268962811450?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3881899268962811450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=3881899268962811450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/3881899268962811450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/3881899268962811450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/saturday-was-really-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RiTbAaSFOjI/AAAAAAAAABA/lCLBeX7jfzQ/s72-c/hahaha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-8094750489834062650</id><published>2007-04-11T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:12.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RhzpQaSFOiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/393_senR7rw/s1600-h/%5B8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RhzpQaSFOiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/393_senR7rw/s320/%5B8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052169350145194530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. &lt;br /&gt;i'm running 100m finals on sports day. &lt;br /&gt;bye bye sining): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least clarice and ugenie will be running too(:, so i wont freak out alone at the competitors stands. not that they will...but, you get what i mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green has a 102 demerit points. its funny when you think of it, but then it gets kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we ran 11 rounds today. ELEVEN:D it was more like a mental struggle, and signus sucks. haha, yee yin said my face was "really damn red" when i saw her in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy and daddy are away, so dinner was strawberry post cereal and hello panda. &lt;br /&gt;theyre coming back tmr already. i don't know if thats good or bad. hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-8094750489834062650?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8094750489834062650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=8094750489834062650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/8094750489834062650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/8094750489834062650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/oops.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RhzpQaSFOiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/393_senR7rw/s72-c/%5B8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-4309110010700027332</id><published>2007-04-09T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T07:53:26.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a sleepy monday.&lt;br /&gt;kept rubbing my eyes to stay awake during easter mass. charissa said it was red):&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep on my chem file during chem. &lt;br /&gt;almost did during bio.&lt;br /&gt;was slightly messier today, its like a junkyard under my desk. i dont like looking at it. karchian hates it too, but she always helps me find my worksheets when i can't (: &lt;br /&gt;joanne gave me a monster sweet. i ate a blue, then i turned to jamie. " hey jamie, i don't like you". ( you should have seen the look she gave me! (: ) then i stuck out my blue tongue. haha, she laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda gave me a barley mint. three barley mints, because she was really happy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't tell her i don't like barley mints :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay, "after hours" is starting. &lt;br /&gt;by the way, "america's next top model" last night was really good (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we played against the sec twos today. lost terribly at first, but then we made a come back! haha. damn fun, tiring though. good luck you guys, all the best for comps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-4309110010700027332?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4309110010700027332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=4309110010700027332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/4309110010700027332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/4309110010700027332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-was-sleepy-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-6542634075314549099</id><published>2007-04-07T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T07:13:27.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love today because : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Easter Service rocked. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;- huixian has accepted Christ. (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;- i brought my sister along and i think she enjoyed it (: (:&lt;br /&gt;- i think she and i are closer now. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;- i got to know Sharon better after talking to her today (: (:&lt;br /&gt;- edwin helped me finish my blueberry icecream because it was too sweet and i couldn't eat anymore. (:&lt;br /&gt;- i watched the most beautiful show, " A Walk To Remember". (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;- i talked to joanne. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;- i spent my morning watching "totallyspies" and "winxclub" and "monsterallergy" (:&lt;br /&gt;- i had a rainbow donut for breakfast. (:&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;-its still saturday. (: (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-6542634075314549099?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6542634075314549099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=6542634075314549099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/6542634075314549099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/6542634075314549099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-today-because-easter-service.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-1047167521246926088</id><published>2007-03-30T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T04:09:39.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i said to be at the parent's meeting at 6.45pm, and he can SAUNTER INTO THE HOUSE AT 7PM, WHISTLING AWAY, and GRINNING, telling me there was NO ONE there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, he just left again, but he'll probably come home in AN HOUR OR SO, telling me there wasn't anything important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanna bet? &lt;br /&gt;five dollars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-1047167521246926088?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1047167521246926088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=1047167521246926088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/1047167521246926088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/1047167521246926088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-said-to-be-at-parents-meeting-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-7208098260814082004</id><published>2007-03-29T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:12.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RgtvwR_26YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/REjnvYuk630/s1600-h/truffle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RgtvwR_26YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/REjnvYuk630/s320/truffle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047250682654419330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love after-recess-one-period-lit lessons.&lt;br /&gt;all we do is read a scene from a midsummer night's dream. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-7208098260814082004?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7208098260814082004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=7208098260814082004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/7208098260814082004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/7208098260814082004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-after-recess-one-period-lit.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RgtvwR_26YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/REjnvYuk630/s72-c/truffle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-874914878097715465</id><published>2007-03-28T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:27:12.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/Rgo3hB_26WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Jxjnr1Fhwm4/s1600-h/us..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/Rgo3hB_26WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Jxjnr1Fhwm4/s320/us..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046907373033548130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this teacher with noisy heels. she canters up and down the hallway every few periods. &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had to make up my 200m heats today. wanted so badly to crap up an excuse letter and run far far away, because almost all of em were trackers. well actually, they were aiming for the record. &lt;br /&gt;i count my lucky stars, because i ended up in the same heat as the sec two trackers instead of the sec threes, not that it would have made much diff. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, 33.14 sec. &lt;br /&gt;thats 0.14 seconds slower than the qualifying time.&lt;br /&gt;yes, 0.14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): &lt;br /&gt;but still, bessy jasmine suwenn clarice joanne michelle jas and abby cheered for me and i swear that helped. thanks guys(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are pretty screwed when it comes to you-know-where. its one problem after another. and i don't know how to help. this sucks. i'll admit she was never my favorite classmate. now its like, i feel sorry for her, yet i ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNOYINGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please enlighten me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-874914878097715465?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/874914878097715465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=874914878097715465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/874914878097715465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/874914878097715465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/03/theres-this-teacher-with-noisy-heels.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/Rgo3hB_26WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Jxjnr1Fhwm4/s72-c/us..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-7071544320678320612</id><published>2007-03-19T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T08:18:17.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was hideous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thankyou for being there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-7071544320678320612?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7071544320678320612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=7071544320678320612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/7071544320678320612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/7071544320678320612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-was-hideous.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-5912063012545792024</id><published>2007-03-17T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T03:52:00.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DONT THINK I'VE TOLD YOU YET HAVE I, SO LISTEN------ MUSICANDLYRICS IS MY FAVORITE SHOW EVER. well, for now maybe.&lt;br /&gt;it ties for first place with Love Actually (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so ugenie suwenn audrey siyi and i watched musicandlyrics. &lt;br /&gt;still think hugh grant's hot. so's drew berrymore! &lt;br /&gt;loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at nydc, i had a "pigs will fly" pasta but i should have got a whats-it-called! &lt;br /&gt;haha, so then i got this strawberry shortcake for yilei as a belated birthday gift( WHICH HE JUST CHUCKED INTO HIS BAG &gt;;(  .) and Hello Panda for eugene.  famous-amosed till i couldnt eat no more ( ryan bought like, 300g! siao. so we helped him finish. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bitched" around with teri at sophia's place because we don't know how to play mahjong. haha.&lt;br /&gt;yilei stole the strawberry doughnut :( so i had the chocolate one lying down. which explains the chocolate stain on my shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suwenn and i were supposed to be UP ALL NIGHT finishing all the homework, but we kinda gave up, cause "xiaodoudou" 's pretty annoying. ( but i just finished it two hours ago(: accomplished, i feel. i hope she's done with it already. ) so we watched Love Actually while sophia and teri conked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay at this moment i still have to do: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a midsummer night's dream quote explanations.&lt;br /&gt;2. a math topic 3.&lt;br /&gt;3. another chinese newspaper article( BECAUSE OMG! I DID THE WRONG ARTICLE JUST NOW. curses. )&lt;br /&gt;4. chinese book review ( LEFT BOOK IN SCHOOL. will rush through, somehow)&lt;br /&gt;5. history essay ( LEFT BOOK IN SCHOOL. will borrow from huixian tmr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please please don't let anymore homework pop out from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TW match on monday. no comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-5912063012545792024?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5912063012545792024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=5912063012545792024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/5912063012545792024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/5912063012545792024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-think-ive-told-you-yet-have-i-so.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-6550713016409064582</id><published>2007-03-14T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T05:40:05.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, like yesterday, and the day before, i told myself i had to do my work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today, like yesterday and the day before, i failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was seriously,-----(i cant find the right word) &lt;br /&gt;well, only michelle ugenie clarice stacy and i turned up to watch the match video. ate, played cards for a long time in the canteen then finally trained. well, actually we just did the usual drills and some tackles. then sat at the side and watched short corner attacks and defense, bitched bout camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather was ------. well, we had to squint alot, lets just say:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr ng bought us ice kachang! (:&lt;br /&gt;haha, shared with enru and stacy because JOANNE DIDNT WANT TO SHARE WITH ME NO MORE. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after training there was nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;enru BRAGGED ABOUT HER BUSY SCHEDULE ;P so we refused to go drink ice milo with her(: haha.&lt;br /&gt;so ugenie and i pigged out at my place, youtub-ed, pigged out some more. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i planned for tmr to be a super fun thursday, but mom and dad decided TOMORROW WOULD SUCK WITHOUT MY GRAND PRESENCE, so i have to accompany them tmr(: tsk tsk, so selfish. &lt;br /&gt;nah, actually i was really bitter about that for a while, but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;they'll feel really bad, then we'll all go shopping and they'll buy me loadsa stuff and i'll forget i was even sad about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiley faces and loadsa smiley faces. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, crap. i'm going to dedicate my entire evening to homework now. &lt;br /&gt;huh, shanna just sent me some chinese chain message. scanning through, i see the words " wo ai ni" and "gay". hmm. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay seriously seriously, i have to go offline now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-6550713016409064582?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6550713016409064582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=6550713016409064582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/6550713016409064582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/6550713016409064582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-like-yesterday-and-day-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-3498491797392836637</id><published>2007-03-12T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T05:47:58.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WAS SO ACCIDENT-PRONE TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;and i've decided i won't be blurr no more. uh uh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-3498491797392836637?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3498491797392836637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=3498491797392836637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/3498491797392836637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/3498491797392836637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-so-accident-prone-today.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-3926007273582619286</id><published>2007-03-12T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T05:44:06.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you are my sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;my only sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;you make me happy,&lt;br /&gt;when the skies are gray. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom loves this song, maybe thats why i've known it since i learnt to talk.  &lt;br /&gt;truth is, i've always sung " you make me happy, when the skies are GAY"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was gross. *shudders. (and we all had our periods during it. darn uncomfortable. ;p)&lt;br /&gt;but still, camp was fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was optional today. i think its a once in a lifetime thing. &lt;br /&gt;but yeah, happy birthday ugenie(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-3926007273582619286?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3926007273582619286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=3926007273582619286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/3926007273582619286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/3926007273582619286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-are-my-sunshine-my-only-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-7647516007438241287</id><published>2007-03-11T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T17:19:04.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, its great to be back (:&lt;br /&gt;not that i didn't have fun at camp.&lt;br /&gt;rockclimbing and campfire was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i have to say, uncle aloy's actually a nice guy inside that wierd being. (and why did he allow us to call him UNCLE aloy. no resistence, nothing. hmm) but we didn't have enough time to lure that nice guy out so much. it was sad he had to leave early ): &lt;br /&gt;asyraf is, okayy i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whats with the " go jinga", but it was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many things happened at camp, if you're lucky i'll tell you in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;LOVE GROUP TWENTY TWO (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-7647516007438241287?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7647516007438241287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=7647516007438241287' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/Rewvn5wjjyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8Vldk8-5mj8/s1600-h/clarice+and+me_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/Rewvn5wjjyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8Vldk8-5mj8/s320/clarice+and+me_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038454445686624034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no we're not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RewvVZwjjxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TOnzIMJaR4s/s1600-h/clarice+michelle+and+me_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/RewvVZwjjxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TOnzIMJaR4s/s320/clarice+michelle+and+me_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038454127859044114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-3688706133250493197?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3688706133250493197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=3688706133250493197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/3688706133250493197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/3688706133250493197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-no-were-not-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4k9DFI_HLw/Rewvn5wjjyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8Vldk8-5mj8/s72-c/clarice+and+me_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-6270853316418847484</id><published>2007-03-03T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T01:59:54.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>camp was preeetty okay. &lt;br /&gt;stayed up watching click, and everyone at our table was falling asleep during lunch. &lt;br /&gt;the hairgel and soil was gross though. :/haha, but we'll be FEELING much more of soil next week for leadership camp. i... nevermind, it'll be fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liana carina ivy kimberly UGENIE JOANNE MICHELLE jiamin shanna, everyone i got to know, plus a lot more...   i love everyone i had fun with at camp(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need an hour or two of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM A ROLE MODEL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-6270853316418847484?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6270853316418847484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=6270853316418847484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/6270853316418847484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/6270853316418847484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/03/camp-was-preeetty-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-5745408295975154821</id><published>2007-02-24T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T09:15:01.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>studied S.S by the pool for a change. &lt;br /&gt;there was this china-chinese girl and an australian girl round the age of 7 playing together. which was kinda cool(:&lt;br /&gt;they came up with a small routine,&lt;br /&gt;where every set ended with them cheering "vasectomy!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um. &lt;br /&gt;then again. &lt;br /&gt;it MUST be all the studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-5745408295975154821?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5745408295975154821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=5745408295975154821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/5745408295975154821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/5745408295975154821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/studied-s.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-1411527047644677641</id><published>2007-02-22T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T01:56:50.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its probably the most embarassing thing i've ever done in my life. &lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i really am.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-1411527047644677641?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-2867789196123144110</id><published>2007-02-21T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T04:07:34.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i wake up to frustrating questions like "what the hell have i done" or "what now" . then i think, "screw it, i'll be fine". &lt;br /&gt;thats pretty much sums up how its been recently. but i'm fine, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sining's like, some guai kia. does her homework, gets the grades, follows rules, goes home everyday to study."&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, a really good friend of mine has/had? this impression of me. actually, they all do. &lt;br /&gt;no i don't think its insulting or anything, its quite funny really.&lt;br /&gt;whats YOUR impression of me.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, im not sure i want to hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention my grades are hideous at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;i have this lil urge to exaggerate and tell you how badly my world is crashing down. but i guess it'll all be a lie. &lt;br /&gt;so anyway i've decided to turn over a new leaf, again. because the last time didn't work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-2867789196123144110?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2867789196123144110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=2867789196123144110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/2867789196123144110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/2867789196123144110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-wake-up-to-frustrating.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-117196796733876714</id><published>2007-02-20T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T02:39:27.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>andrew and agnes's house last night. it was just us, a pretty good couch and the telly. still was much fun. he does weights you know, i wouldn't have guessed... ;p &lt;br /&gt;okay then he got pretty insulted and showed me his biceps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh, he does he weights alrightt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had guests over for lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;amelia is my favorite 9 year old at the moment. we played winx club. she likes flora the best. &lt;br /&gt;then i showed her some dvd series agnes loaned me. argued which guy/girl was cuter/prettier. &lt;br /&gt;i underestimated nine year olds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i want to be nine right now.&lt;br /&gt;all you worry about is when your winx club account expires. &lt;br /&gt;or if daddy catches you emailing your brother bad words.&lt;br /&gt;or if rachel chan has put you on her "best friend list".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;well there goes my four-day holiday. it was, pleasant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-117196796733876714?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-117172841300840587</id><published>2007-02-17T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T08:06:53.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dinner a coupla hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;the " i love joanne" i wrote on my arm in red 's kinda blurred now, from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;everyone looked at it and thought i tried to hurt myself. &lt;br /&gt;uncle kastor thought it was a tattoo. &lt;br /&gt;my cousin asked me why was i so silly to...do that to myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly i'd never do such...things.&lt;br /&gt;haven't the guts, or the depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. midnight.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its chinese new year now. &lt;br /&gt;which means, mom's gonna drag my sorry ass out of bed early tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things'll clear up between you guys. they always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-117172841300840587?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/117172841300840587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=117172841300840587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/117172841300840587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/117172841300840587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/dinner-coupla-hours-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-117164727661356202</id><published>2007-02-16T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T09:34:36.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And much as i want to be there for you like i've told you i would time and again,&lt;br /&gt;its hard, but i want you to know i'm trying, and that i still care.&lt;br /&gt;and all this while that i've known you i've listened to you when you were down; did you know yours was a common name in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;and it still will be.&lt;br /&gt;cause' all along all i wanted for you was to walk out of messes and move on. &lt;br /&gt;i know i've showed you no one can just "forget" how to love.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sorry that i can't trust you,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that you have to hate me this way, such that it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that i'm not who you thought i was, and i won't ever be.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't and i won't ever ignore you, so don't you dare think that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, as a friend. like i've always had.(:&lt;br /&gt;and i want my friends to be happy. i want YOU to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-117164727661356202?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/117164727661356202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=117164727661356202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/117164727661356202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/117164727661356202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-much-as-i-want-to-be-there-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-117109953069083453</id><published>2007-02-10T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T06:16:11.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>naw, i couldn't care less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-117109953069083453?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/117109953069083453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=117109953069083453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/117109953069083453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/117109953069083453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/naw-i-couldnt-care-less.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-117068293793224851</id><published>2007-02-05T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T05:42:17.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>coach's away.&lt;br /&gt;we had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;she remembers my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it does, doesn't it. Rhyme. a little? yeah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Rhys remembered my name. haha, she used to call me "the girl who gave me a plaster".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i haven't talked to joanne in a decade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-117068293793224851?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/117068293793224851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=117068293793224851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/117068293793224851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/117068293793224851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/coachs-away.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-117054802072261125</id><published>2007-02-03T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T16:13:40.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i was born to tell you i love you. isn't that a song already&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondhand serenade's all i'm ever listening to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in Cupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-117054802072261125?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/117054802072261125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=117054802072261125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/117054802072261125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/117054802072261125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-born-to-tell-you-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-117042310286544912</id><published>2007-02-02T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T05:31:42.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got up to watch the seventies show, which was a lil bit disappointing, maybe because i missed half of it brushing my teeth? but yeah, just a lil bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we studied chem on the pitch. watched the sunrise. well, the last bit of it.  its crazy how fast it gets bright.&lt;br /&gt;oh god i love the sky in the morning. its slightly grey but still the clouds are sparse. and on the track people i see everyday trudge to school with books and files, its like they're strangely distant, yet familiarly close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl came down to play hockey though. really! haha she goes, " eh i be the goalie! y'all shoot to me leh" then she stations herself in the middle of the goal while we stare at her. i miss her :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to miss my shoes. i've correction fluid-ed the red line around it, yes the red line i love. school rules. &gt;;( &lt;br /&gt;oh well I'M C3PSQUARE ANYWAY ARENT I, NAT. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess with manda. its funny when you can go up to someone and say " eh you cut queue ah ", then they go, " no" and you have to say, " oh, sorry". i doubt they'll actually go " YES I'M CUTTING."  can we not do patrolling no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh that day lin fang ting lao shi went, " xin jia po ren wei shen me bu fa yen ne? shi bu shi gen si ning yi yang, you yu wen zhang ai?" gasp, stab in the heart. she didn't mean it in a mean way though, but because i really didnt know how to phrase my words to express my opinion, at her request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid that during orals i'll just end up grinning like an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;i'm so much better at writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-117042310286544912?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/117042310286544912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=117042310286544912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/117042310286544912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/117042310286544912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/got-up-to-watch-seventies-show-which.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-117008218015876491</id><published>2007-01-29T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T06:49:40.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh. friday was a happy day. Sundram got himself a new baby son, and because of that, we had three free periods. yes thankyou lil' guy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pitch training could have been better for me, i admit. &lt;br /&gt;did i get scolded? no today it wasn't that bad. it was, CONSTRUCTIVE ADVICE. yes really.&lt;br /&gt;was i embarassed at any point? but of course.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay, not anymore am i going to brood over my what-could-have-beens.&lt;br /&gt;although if i did, i don't know, i could sit here all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm really a different person when i'm with different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda and i talked about our ex teachers during our family dance today. she had CHRIS LEON for goodness sake. and CELINE LIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone's a nice person really. only sometimes we do stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, bedtime. i'm waking at 5 tmr. yes i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-117008218015876491?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/117008218015876491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=117008218015876491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/117008218015876491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/117008218015876491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116990498241858241</id><published>2007-01-27T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T05:36:22.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>michelle's in canada now.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think she's coming back. and i've never missed her more ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116990498241858241?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116990498241858241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116990498241858241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116990498241858241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116990498241858241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/01/michelles-in-canada-now.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116988262164485640</id><published>2007-01-26T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:23:41.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got huixian's phone for the weekend, and she's got mine.&lt;br /&gt;i'm obsessed with this song she has on her phone,that i play over and over and its my morning alarm. "your call" by second hand serenade.&lt;br /&gt;she likes my phone. haha, crap. she's probably going to break my highscores and i'll have to spend forever trying to break hers. then again, i hardly play. so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weekend's stuffed with loadsa crap, i can't watch my sat. night movie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST HOLD MY STICK LOWER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116988262164485640?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116988262164485640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116988262164485640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/320/988907/DSC00199.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not fat, its lard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116947594754358309?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116947594754358309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116947594754358309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116947594754358309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116947594754358309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-not-fat-its-lard.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116930970520924753</id><published>2007-01-20T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T08:15:05.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, happy birthday charissa(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116930970520924753?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116930952212433112</id><published>2007-01-20T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T08:12:02.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on friday half an hour before school ended i asked how it felt to be free after school on fridays, followed by the weekends, and then be free after school on monday again. nat says its like "being let out of prison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made me feel real good inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school i did my math homework, the agony scratched within every required squareroot, with my black 0.38 tip pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't screw up training like i did on wednesday! &lt;br /&gt;and it was grey skies and no rain. the way i like it.&lt;br /&gt;not that it lasted, so we had to do physicals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so tired after that. &lt;br /&gt;fell asleep reading "of mice and men", which is a lil' sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i say, &lt;strong&gt;I'VE TURNED OVER A NEW LEAF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll admit my start wasn't so good.&lt;br /&gt;but sining shall be a good girl.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116930952212433112?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116930952212433112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116930952212433112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116930952212433112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116930952212433112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-friday-half-hour-before-school.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116886996786619964</id><published>2007-01-15T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T06:06:07.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent the night watching "so you think you can dance". i HOPE joanne and mat watched, like i told them to. &lt;br /&gt;because the chemistry between some of them, is, amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pitch training was okay. &lt;br /&gt;i made one crucial mistake though ):  it could have been, nice. yeah well, its okay i won't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these dark clouds in her head?  putting them in words triggers the storm, hence her world of silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116886996786619964?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116886996786619964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116886996786619964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116886996786619964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/320/262658/DSC00030_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/1600/855830/DSC00187_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/320/300648/DSC00187_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know, this guy won some fastest eating dog contest. &lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to say. (: &lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116869929038022231?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116869929038022231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116869929038022231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116869929038022231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116869929038022231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/01/did-you-know-this-guy-won-some-fastest.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116866797422817032</id><published>2007-01-12T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:59:34.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. hockey yesterday. but i didn't train.&lt;br /&gt;forgot to bring my shirt :( and i know what kinda stupid reason that is.&lt;br /&gt;so i helped mrs tan update sth sth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my stick, but then i dont think its my stick. doesn't look...mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poured badly, just the way i love it.&lt;br /&gt;ate too much petit brunch. which natalie says has so much msg.&lt;br /&gt;xinhui hung around with me till we were dismissed, then it was the rain, us and a gay umbrella above our heads. sigh, she put hockey first choice. &lt;br /&gt;tell me what to do cause' my head's in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to use an umbrella ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped to get bnj's at esso, decided on PHISH FOOD. which has swirls of marshmellow in it and lil chocolate fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beauty and the geek.&lt;br /&gt;but the couple i like always gets eliminated :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading "the candy darlings" , christine walde. &lt;br /&gt;okay, its alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning, freaking happy for some reason. &lt;br /&gt;maybe because there's no homework. &lt;br /&gt;which means something is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;because how can there not be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116866797422817032?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116851778392094326</id><published>2007-01-11T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T04:16:23.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was falling asleep during assembly today. but then i turned to my right, amanda seemed awake. i turned to my left and that girl was okay too. the vice head prefects were all behind me so i thought what the heck, FINE I SHALL NOT SLEEP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied with enru suwenn ugenie after school. &lt;br /&gt;and i bought a pretty notebook. &lt;br /&gt;think i'm gonna use that for bio.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started raining so bad, so stood around waiting for my dad at the mrt. &lt;br /&gt;then this guy used his water bottle and hit my bag. ignored. then he hit again. was like, &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;and then i turned around and saw an old friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huixian is so funny. &lt;br /&gt;that day she did a tarot card reading for me. she doesnt buy the black ones cuz they may be cursed and sth like that, so she has pink anime ones. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. according to the reading, i'm going to be a princess when i grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO i'm kidding. &lt;br /&gt;one aspect of my life isn't going to be pretty. &lt;br /&gt;but s'okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116851778392094326?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116851778392094326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116851778392094326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116851778392094326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116851778392094326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/01/was-falling-asleep-during-assembly.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116809086662953410</id><published>2007-01-06T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T05:41:06.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>christabel, she says. &lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a goalie for ten minutes today. &lt;br /&gt;and i will never never have bitter feelings towards a goalie if anything ever goes wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if its for 20 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe i will. for 10 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i truly understand being a goalie is hard. &lt;br /&gt;yay for joan denise and daphne (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116809086662953410?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116809086662953410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116809086662953410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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numbers ;P it was all, 'sorry man, whats your number again?' and again and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't there to see my sister try out, but i heard she can sprint? &lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, so embarassing today! won't tell you why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh the other day i did canteen duty with abby. my mind was at the moon for a moment, then christobel and josy walked past. abby went " ehh! " at me, then looked at chris. i was like, " huh?" so i went to catch up with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" uhhh your drink righttt, i don't, i don't think you um. can bring out. " chris was like, "huhhh". so i showed abby the BOTTLED blueberry tea from a distance, and she gestured to her collar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i looked at chris. oh yeah, her collar's unbuttoned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottled drinks are bloody fine. again, i don't know where i've been to not know that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am. such a toot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christobel/ chrystobel? &lt;br /&gt;must ask her tomorrow.  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116790803258628484?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116790803258628484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116790803258628484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116790803258628484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116790803258628484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/01/talent-discovery-today.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116770864509294308</id><published>2007-01-01T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T19:30:45.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met my cousin's cousin yesterday. he's so small and funny, running around asking everyone to carry him. &lt;br /&gt;then ethan went feeding my dog spongebob party hats and "barking" away. &lt;br /&gt;the whole place was filled with other 3-5 year olds. oh my gosh i have so many new small cousins and i never really realised. i don't know where i've been. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this huge sesame street cake. like, two layers. a mini version of a wedding cake. mostly cream it was, but it was so nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh i'm going to be a three wisdom-er. &lt;br /&gt;haha, its going to be super fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duty with amanda tmr morning. to catch late-comers.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116770864509294308?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116770864509294308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116770864509294308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116770864509294308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116770864509294308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2007/01/met-my-cousins-cousin-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116698519891146845</id><published>2006-12-24T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:33:28.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're right. i don't have any idea what i'm doing up at 2 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;except maybe because its christmas! (: &lt;br /&gt;and ryan showed me this video, oh wait i just x-ed that. well, its about the "12 day of christmas" song and they had an indian cartoon dude do it, changed the lyrics and its super funny. i thought number 7 was the best, but then it was far from number 10. &lt;br /&gt;i like the indian accent. no, my favorite's gotta be the british accent. yeah i watched "love actually" and it was beautiful. i need to watch it again. and again. &lt;br /&gt;i think Sam was charming. i loved when he said " the thing is i'm in love and there's nothing i can do about it." and then when he heard the girl was leaving he went " its the end of my life, i know it" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was sad with the bridegroom's bestfriend being secretly in love with the bride. but i loved the way he did it with the cue cards at her doorstep. i thought he should have done that much earlier, but then i guess you can't win. because, there's your bestfriend and the love of your life and you don't wanna lose either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was the prime minister, no the sweeter story was the one with the italian? lady and the english guy and they both learned to speak the language they couldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, the old guy with his guitar and the chicks, that was a nice song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; i think i've finally learnt to let go. thankyou Jesus, You listened to my prayers, i know You did, from the way i felt at that moment. i'm sorry for the times that i didn't turn to You. or didn't believe in You with all my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116698519891146845?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116698519891146845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116698519891146845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116698519891146845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116698519891146845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/12/youre-right.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116667751001569060</id><published>2006-12-20T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:05:10.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You learn so many things every day, and it's overwhelming sometimes trying to see how it all fits together. I'm starting to realize that each day is a different road and a different journey, and you don't have to have it all figured out; you don't have to have all the answers to everything right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lifehouse singer-guitarist-songwriter, Jason Wade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116667751001569060?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116667751001569060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116667751001569060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116667751001569060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116667751001569060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-learn-so-many-things-every-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116663685611523561</id><published>2006-12-20T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T09:47:38.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear mr. claus,&lt;br /&gt;i've pretty much been a good girl this year. in fact, i'm so sure of that, i'll slap myself left right centre if i'm on your "naughty" list. My wants, most unfortunately, are no where near money can ever take me. Having you play a part in my achieving them will certainly displease Jesus, Whom has His plan for me, and Whose birthday we will be celebrating. However, it would be most pleasant if i could possibly have the following, ranked according to my degree of want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Sims 2 Glamour Life Stuff&lt;br /&gt;2. Waffle Maker Machine&lt;br /&gt;3. Waffle Maker Machine Washer preferbly automated&lt;br /&gt;4. Brown converses&lt;br /&gt;5. THAT pullover/wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be all this christmas. Perhaps it would help to acknowledge, cash would be equally appreciated. I thank you most sincerely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. red is really your colour (: &lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                        Love,&lt;br /&gt;                                                              sining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah i'm kidding. &lt;br /&gt;why this is a formal letter, i don't know! haha but, its almost two already, i don't feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, i love project runway, i can't wait for Love, actually and Beauty and the Geek cuz i've loved it before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116663685611523561?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116663685611523561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116663685611523561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116663685611523561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116663685611523561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116645155870448190</id><published>2006-12-18T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T06:19:18.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched the Tyra show- was brilliant really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watched ella enchanted on dvd, loved it. &lt;br /&gt;and my sister's friend came over to hang, and we ate cookies and messed with the computer. &lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the other day she invited us to "the magic of love", a play/musical in which the pastor of her church and his family performed and there were loadsa magic acts involved its crazy.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i love the christmas season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i walked my dog alone and he really scared me when he dragged me to where some wild dogs were. yes, all 25 kilograms of him. um they're small dogs but if you think they're friendly they're really not. thank God there was this security guard nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, my dog's such a pig sometimes. he drives me nuts but i don't know why i still give him pepperoni biscuits :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/1600/527487/P1000762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/320/55997/P1000762.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a year ago, when he was such a cutie pie. but then he DID bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/1600/523070/P1000780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/320/144886/P1000780.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116645155870448190?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116645155870448190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116645155870448190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116645155870448190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116645155870448190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/12/watched-tyra-show-was-brilliant-really.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116624154824094358</id><published>2006-12-15T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:15:36.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i figure i'll let the pictures do the talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/1600/188685/P1020312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/320/335894/P1020312.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE DADDY&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/1600/711437/P1020111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/320/902820/P1020111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;palm beach, or sth like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/1600/674608/P1020318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/320/603966/P1020318.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAFFLES. have you seen anything so beautiful(: &lt;br /&gt;which ALSO happens to taste like a lil' piece of heaven. oh my god, i hope they have waffles in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/1600/237991/DSCN1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/320/133103/DSCN1032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the prettiest shop in the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/1600/387475/DSCN1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/320/399256/DSCN1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/1600/595113/DSCN1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/320/295364/DSCN1021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk, was forced to do this. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/1600/845480/DSCN1103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1115/2560/320/698899/DSCN1103.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116624154824094358?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116624154824094358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116624154824094358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116624154824094358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116624154824094358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-figure-ill-let-pictures-do-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116471469026980420</id><published>2006-11-28T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T03:51:30.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ms lim's lemon biscuits, they're the best man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no the chocolate ones too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116471469026980420?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116471469026980420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116471469026980420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116471469026980420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116471469026980420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/ms-lims-lemon-biscuits-theyre-best-man.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116471461924198369</id><published>2006-11-28T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T03:50:19.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sports camp was fun.&lt;br /&gt;there was the ultimate bathing experience, haha, the late night we spent in the freezing mpr. and we scrubbed the white boards of the hockey pitch clean, and we bonded (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to sydney soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116471461924198369?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116471461924198369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116471461924198369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116471461924198369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116471461924198369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/sports-camp-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116454939140453891</id><published>2006-11-26T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T05:56:31.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shopping spree today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just backspaced my list of new items, all of which are sports related by the way(: , i'm too tired to blog more. and i really like what i bought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what time's apprentice! i'm gonna watch that before i crash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watched A Beautiful Mind, its almost the first ummm. well thing is, i like it. but i don't like the part where he dug through his arm to find the chip he hallucinated was put into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay but its cool, and its real for a change, unlike my other favorite movies :/&lt;br /&gt;which are way out of this genre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116454939140453891?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116450340767985936</id><published>2006-11-25T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:12:45.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pandas are so much cuter than fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats just my humble opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it fish or fishes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116450340767985936?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116450340767985936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway, i'm sorry you guys had to read that. i don't like to read sad stuff. oh wait, its MY blog. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway national's training today was fun(: but i had to use my old stick because i left my current stick in school. and the grip was terribly black so i basically stained my shirt and face. the coach went " can i call you black face?" &lt;br /&gt;haha. and the mini match was so fun. i made friends(: umm there was a sha and a farah and a watti. okay i don't know how to spell it. but they're super nice. 3-3, the score. damn fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm and i'm looking forward to sports camp(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just missedd coffee talks and hawker walks, and today's featuring Utt. &lt;br /&gt;nevermind, we'll move on. Yang sisters anyway, super funny, this show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116428527744479100?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116428527744479100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116428527744479100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116428527744479100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116428527744479100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/anyway-im-sorry-you-guys-had-to-read.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116428437596905321</id><published>2006-11-23T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T04:19:35.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sister got her score today. i can't tell you how much she got because she's super sensitive and she doesn't like it when i tell my friends, so. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i've got a really ugly confession to make. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a moment i didn't know what to think or feel, but basically i failed to be truely happy for her, as i should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember going through all my "shou ce"s before the chinese paper, but before hers she played maple the whole day. yet she still did better than me.&lt;br /&gt;i could go on and on, but i realise then i'd be appearing very pathetic and well, basically you get my point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked my dad if he was ever disappointed in my score. he said no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not as smart, its just my hard work when i do well. Dad started explaining that i could still catch up, which means, more hard work. &lt;br /&gt;its not very fair, is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister asked if i was jealous cause' she said i didn't seem like i wanted to talk to her. i denied. i've got too much pride in me to admit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116428437596905321?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116428437596905321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116428437596905321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116428437596905321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116428437596905321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-sister-got-her-score-today.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116421106290853185</id><published>2006-11-22T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T07:57:42.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>played cards at clarice's house.&lt;br /&gt;now i owe her 150cents worth of orange bowl :( haha its not how many 2s you have, its the technique, and your FLUSHES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm. watched project runway while helping my mom design a mug for her colleague. &lt;br /&gt;i had fun playing with all her pretty markers. and she likes my design(: &lt;br /&gt;and she's gonna pass it off as hers :o &lt;br /&gt;haha, just like in primary school where she did my art projects for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116421106290853185?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116421106290853185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116421106290853185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116421106290853185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116421106290853185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/played-cards-at-clarices-house.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116410478674436107</id><published>2006-11-21T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T02:26:26.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a pretty sad day. but jacob saw me on the way to redhill and we started talking. only then i realised how much i missed that guy, since its been a while.  haha and i came across this small piece of writing that i think is beautiful ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went running with ugenie in the morning. then we had macs for breakfast. ice milo and hotcakes with sausage. i'm really sorry to say that i felt guilty while eating that, because its really filling and not the healthiest thing in the world.  i think its sad for people to be too concerned over their diet. nevertheless, i can't help but still do it. feel guilty, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;but honestly thats the best breakfast ever(:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went swimming when i got home. sun was so warm and nice, and it was pleasantly quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, point is. i had such a pretty morning (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116410478674436107?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116410338198733737</id><published>2006-11-21T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T02:03:02.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because when she looks at me her eyes speak of questions i'll never be able to answer,&lt;br /&gt;but maybe she doesn't need my answers. &lt;br /&gt;maybe it doesn't matter how overnight we became strangers, &lt;br /&gt;some stories just end with a twist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116410338198733737?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116410338198733737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>umm i think i'm burnt again. i know, shit. &lt;br /&gt;dad articulated hurting words, when i walked in, at night, where the lights at home are on and my red face i can't hide. "you never learned". &lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people do that. &lt;br /&gt;like how coach sometimes says "you'll never get it" or "i give up".&lt;br /&gt;reverse psychology, hurts but it works. because i'm a stubborn person.&lt;br /&gt;but i really didn't think i would get burnt so bad. and i put a little sunblock. &lt;br /&gt;anyway i still have some medication left over from the last time i got burnt. i'm not getting an mc. as in, i don't want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 4 farewell party today at sentosa. played with sand and the water, and saw a jellyfish. i'm a little afraid of jelly fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us played soccer on the beach. i can't play soccer for nuts but its just for the fun. then this small boy in turqouise trunks came up to me and asked if he could join. and he's really good, esp. the way he tackled coach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw two golden retrievers and a pretty siberian husky. i could just watch them play for the longest time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really quite sad the sec fours have to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116394514979307540?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116394514979307540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116394514979307540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116394514979307540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116394514979307540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/umm-i-think-im-burnt-again.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116384457019853423</id><published>2006-11-18T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T02:09:30.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i gotta apologise,&lt;br /&gt;my sister DID go to the prize giving ceremony, scared and all. i mistook that day for another day. i'm sorry, my bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there was a friendly with crescents today. and i forgot my stick. &lt;br /&gt;i really thought coach was gonna scold me but he laughed at me instead. &lt;br /&gt;but then it was real troublesome cuz when the subs subb-ed in they had to borrow sticks. i'm sorry you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been real busy for me but i like it like that, rather than just being bored at home and watching the time go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116384457019853423?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116384457019853423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116384457019853423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116384457019853423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116384457019853423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-i-gotta-apologise-my-sister-did.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116367862786647885</id><published>2006-11-16T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T04:03:47.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh and my sister's school's prize giving ceremony today. she didn't wanna go to school because she's a prize winner and she doesnt dare to go up the stage.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe my parents let her stay home. thats just so, running away-ish.&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago she said she wished we were twins so i could go up stage and receive the prize for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't tell her i would also have liked to give a volunteery speech. &lt;br /&gt;of course, we have to think about the other prize winners as well, we all deserve the same amount of limelight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116367862786647885?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116367862786647885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116367862786647885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116367862786647885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116367862786647885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-and-my-sisters-schools-prize-giving.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116367744029200428</id><published>2006-11-16T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T03:44:00.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had to prepare for sunday's sec four farewell. slept briefly on the bus to harbourfront. its the ikea bus, its quite nice. &lt;br /&gt;breakfast was something from subway. &lt;br /&gt;stood outside subway and stared at the poster. couldn't decide between egg and cheese or egg and bacon when i walked in. the big indian dude was waiting so i tried to stall for time. &lt;br /&gt;me: umm, can i have, you know, outside... (cheese?)&lt;br /&gt;big indian dude: gestures to menu above our heads.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh... (stare blankly)...huh? (i think bacon. but.)&lt;br /&gt;big indian dude: what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh um egg and bacon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was just leaving when ugenie called. "eh you kidnapped ah!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet them then we went to sentosa. palawan beach has got nice sand and sun. waves were pretty good, was tempted to swim and tan. haha we made sand balls and threw them into the sea. looked like the icecream balls in swensens, you know you know? yeah. only without the nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to vivo, and this small little boy ran and crashed onto the floor. everyone was like " oh poor boy" but i went "hello panda squashed" , cuz he had a packet in his hand. i thought oh my gosh i'm turning into a heartless monster but hey he wasnt crying or anything and he was okay, so i don't think i'm sadist.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to novena to get mini melts icecream. chocolate and vanilla. loved it. ugenie went for tuition so enru and i walked around j8 for a while. saw this biscuit earring i'll buy when i've got money(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus home was not going its normal route, so i thought "haha, uncle went the wrong way" but then people alighted and nobody looked confused or whatever. so i quickly got down, then i realised i'd taken the wrong bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL. listened to "if i kissed you" by corrinne may on my WALK home. like that song, so was really happy to hear it. then someone on the radio called in to give the answer of the game " did he just say that". and his answer was coffee machine. &lt;br /&gt;so that means its " the handphone comes with a built in COFFEE MACHINE" &lt;br /&gt;oh man laughed the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116367744029200428?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116367744029200428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116367744029200428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116367744029200428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116367744029200428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/had-to-prepare-for-sundays-sec-four.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116359945270708990</id><published>2006-11-15T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T06:04:12.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up late today, so it was scramble scramble scramble, but thank god the bus came real quick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't do much for the pmb thing. went to get brunch in the canteen, but the auntie had such tragic words for me : "blueberry mei you liao. zhi you strawberry" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. so no blueberry waffle, had orange bowl with ugenie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to wake enru up personally, so funny.haha.&lt;br /&gt;played alot of "snake", beginner's luck merely. ugenie beat me. haha oh well.&lt;br /&gt;snake's addictive. i think its the best handphone game ever(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to suwenn's house. &lt;br /&gt;i think suwenn has the best sofa in the world!(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. but i'm watching projecct runway FIRST before i crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanne's on a three way conversation with clarice and estee so she cannot talk to me. :( nevermind i'm kinda tired anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me. yesterday cheryl called real late last night on my house phone. stoopid cheryl, gave me a heart attack, because everyone at home was already asleep, and i couldn't find the phone so it kept ringing and ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just remembered! ms lim came to talk to us after training today. my first reaction was "oh shit". then she went," come sit out here, don't worry, no*pause* lighting"&lt;br /&gt;and in that pause i actually thought she was gonna say "no scolding".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116359945270708990?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116359945270708990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116359945270708990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116359945270708990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116359945270708990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/woke-up-late-today-so-it-was-scramble.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116351434516144350</id><published>2006-11-14T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T06:25:45.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got my password back!&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway im in clb. history. jasmine too, so maybe we'll be in the same class, i dont know. was so afraid i wouldnt get it. but anyway, i did! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had cheesefries today. i dont know how i can ever eat a whole set meal cuz today cheesefries felt like so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. it IS so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw amanda awyong today. so funny. we exchanged mutual smiles. haha.&lt;br /&gt;actually it was her specs that caught my attention. just like when i first met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to go to school early tmr for pmb rehearsal. think its gonna be sian? &lt;br /&gt;i dont know, but if it is, loads of crazy people there anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me. i don't even have the full uniform yet. whoops :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116351434516144350?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116351434516144350/comments/default' 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title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116334737559065262</id><published>2006-11-12T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T08:02:55.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the past few hours or so, i found out, according to quizzes on blogthings, i should study art( yes!), i date like a man(what???), the meat i am is beef(?), i'm mexican food (okay), i'm an emo rocker, (haha yay), i'm somewhat honest (yeah i guess),i'm a visionary soul(oh i liked this one), i belong in spring( okay,), i'm 60% outrovert and 40% introvert ( sometimes its reversable),my love number is 1, (and it says i'm stubborn o.o), i'm 61% indie(okay,) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. still dont have the password to log in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i should call johnathan tomorrow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, maybe. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116334737559065262?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116334737559065262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116334737559065262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116334737559065262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116334737559065262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116325844677606184</id><published>2006-11-11T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T07:20:46.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lost the bloody password:(&lt;br /&gt;its killing me, i need to know where on earth i landed myself into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116325844677606184?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116325844677606184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116325844677606184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116325844677606184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116325844677606184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-lost-bloody-password-its-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116304936358579501</id><published>2006-11-08T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:16:03.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on the phone with joanne last night.&lt;br /&gt;never seen anyone so entertained by "project superstar" before. haha she was laughing at everything. sometimes i wondered if she'd forgotten i was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom came home late last night, with her strawberry birthday cake auntie millie and clique bought for her. she said," my joy is yours to share too", then cut a little for me. i asked her if i could have the sides with the nuts and she gave me that. so then i ate and we watched project runway and oohed and ahhed at the pretty designs. robert got out. he was a sweet guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's mom's birthday. think i should go get her another cake. haha, then we'll all grow fat together eating and watching coffee talks and hawker walks tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love my mom.(:&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116304936358579501?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116304820322512931</id><published>2006-11-08T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:56:43.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.Ever been given a ring?&lt;br /&gt;;haha yeah and i loved it, thanks man. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Longest relationship?&lt;br /&gt;; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last gift you received?&lt;br /&gt;; something with my name on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many times have you dropped your cell?&lt;br /&gt;; i think 6. but its going good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last sport you played?&lt;br /&gt;; hockey. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Things you spend a lot of money on?&lt;br /&gt;; food, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Three things you ate last?&lt;br /&gt;; umm strawberry cake, chocolate chip muffin and milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. First thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;; i think its the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. One favourite song?&lt;br /&gt;; okay umm. "i still believe" by jeremy camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;; a world of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Last relationship?&lt;br /&gt;; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Cell phone service provider?&lt;br /&gt;; starhub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite mall store?&lt;br /&gt;; no particular one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Longest job held?&lt;br /&gt;; studying. never seems to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you own a pair of dice?&lt;br /&gt;; dice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you prank call people?&lt;br /&gt;; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Last person who text messaged you?&lt;br /&gt;; mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. First FRIEND you'd call if you won a lottery?&lt;br /&gt;; timothy, he spends so much he doesn't have alot anymore (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last time you attended church?&lt;br /&gt;; whoa. few years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Favourite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;; carls jnr maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Last incoming call?&lt;br /&gt;; i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Last time you got drunk?&lt;br /&gt;; never did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where's your favourite place to eat with&lt;br /&gt;friends?&lt;br /&gt;;macs, really. but anywhere's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Can you cook?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;; don't drive :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;; long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Most hated food?&lt;br /&gt;; i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Things you like most about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;; oh, hang on let me get my list.... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Things you hate most about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;; i get jealous :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you had an argument?&lt;br /&gt;; friendly ones? all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite Movie?&lt;br /&gt;; anger management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Name all the races of the people that you've&lt;br /&gt;been with?&lt;br /&gt;; been with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Last movie rented?&lt;br /&gt;; don't rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Favourite alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;; don't drink either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Favourite perfume?&lt;br /&gt;; haha calvin klein. s'good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What are you thinking at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;; "i'm actually kinda bored"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116304820322512931?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116304820322512931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116304820322512931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116304820322512931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116304820322512931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116295863332224712</id><published>2006-11-07T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T06:09:29.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this was a friendster bulletin, so cute i'm gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type your reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LIKE THAT?&lt;br /&gt;"why's the sky blue?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST REALIZED NOW THAT I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;"honey i think your watch is a little screwed. what took you so long"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE HIM ALREADY. YOULL BE MUCH&lt;br /&gt;MORE HAPPY WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON. SMILE. YOURE CUTE WHEN YOU&lt;br /&gt;DO THAT&lt;br /&gt;"OH, SO I'M CUTE ONLY WHEN I SMILE?"&lt;br /&gt;no i think the obvious reaction is to SMILE, or laugh, cause' that dialogue's so cute already. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DO MY MATH HOMEWORK TOO&lt;br /&gt;:D "only if you do my geog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO BLESSED TO HAVE SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;LIKEYOU&lt;br /&gt;"tell me something i don't already know." then OBVIOUSLY, smile. or the person will slap his/her self for saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES MONDAY COME BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY?&lt;br /&gt;"umm let me get back to you on that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TWO TICKETS TO THE LINKIN PARK&lt;br /&gt;CONCERT. WANNA COME WITH ME?&lt;br /&gt;(if its someone i like) " gasp! okayy!"&lt;br /&gt;(if its my best friend) " babe, you know i'm not linkinpark crazy, but i'm honoured you asked, let's just go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE ONE OF THE MOST SPECIAL&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE IN MY LIFE. DID YOU KNOW THAT?&lt;br /&gt;"nope, i didn't know." (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK IM FALLING FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;whoa. major loss for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT SMILE WITHOUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;"i don't know anyone who can." I'm kidding i'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, BUT YOU JUST&lt;br /&gt;ARENT HIM/HER&lt;br /&gt;"i know, and i guess i'll never be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE?&lt;br /&gt;"i don't think my heart can take it, already its beating too fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY I ESCORT YOU?&lt;br /&gt;(:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU STILL LOVE HER/HIM TILL NOW&lt;br /&gt;laugh, " no of course not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING I&lt;br /&gt;WANTED&lt;br /&gt;"i'm going to pretend you didn't rip that off that avril lavigne song!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WILL I GET YOUR SWEET EYES&lt;br /&gt;gasp! (start melting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the best thing to do, is just SMILE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116295863332224712?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116295863332224712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116295863332224712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116295863332224712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116295863332224712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-was-friendster-bulletin-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116295471413466901</id><published>2006-11-07T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:58:34.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T H E . L A S T . P E R S O N . T H A T?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Made you smile?&lt;br /&gt;you mean genuinely smile? cheryl then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saw u cry?&lt;br /&gt;ummm grace megs and huizhen. SIX MONTHS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the movies with you?&lt;br /&gt;suwenn and teri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You talked on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;joanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W O U L D. Y O U. R A T H E R?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pierce your nose or tongue?&lt;br /&gt;nose! how do you eat with that in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be serious or be funny?&lt;br /&gt;funny. but i'm really more of serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink whole or skim milk?&lt;br /&gt;actually i can't taste the difference. so, skim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Die in a fire or drown?&lt;br /&gt;shoot me please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Spend time with your parents or enemies?&lt;br /&gt;parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D O. Y O U. P R E F E R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Flowers or candy?&lt;br /&gt;flowers&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Grey or black?&lt;br /&gt;grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Color or Black and white photos?&lt;br /&gt;black and white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lust or love?&lt;br /&gt;love, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sunrise or sunset?&lt;br /&gt;sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. M&amp;Ms or Skittles?&lt;br /&gt;m and ms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Staying up late or waking up early?&lt;br /&gt;staying up late. of course, if i'm super tired then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A N S W E R. T R U T H F U L L Y !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have someone special?&lt;br /&gt;yeah of course,don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you taken a picture naked?&lt;br /&gt;0.o   no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you fall for the wrong guy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;eeee yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you dislike anyone?&lt;br /&gt;ummm if i do i can't remember who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D O. Y O U. P R E F E R..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sun or moon?&lt;br /&gt;sun, when its setting and the sky's all pretty. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Snickers or Mars?&lt;br /&gt;i like this question. snickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or right?&lt;br /&gt;right ,i'm always right. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 10 acquaintances or having two best friends?&lt;br /&gt;two best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sunny or rainy?&lt;br /&gt;rainy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;vanilla if there's macademia, chocolate if its ben and jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A B O U T. Y O U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;10.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name?&lt;br /&gt;si ning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickname(s):&lt;br /&gt;piglet, juliet. haha actually, cheryl you cheater i wanted to be romeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your birth date?&lt;br /&gt;23 september. nice date huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you want right this second?&lt;br /&gt;to ask someone out shopping. oh sorry i mean, window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where do you want to live?&lt;br /&gt;czechoslovakia. but boston's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;16. :p no i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;yay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U N I Q U E !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Can you roll your tounge?&lt;br /&gt;no i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O T H E R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?&lt;br /&gt;twirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever eaten Spam?&lt;br /&gt;no whats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;ben and jerry's new york something something, marsha marsha marshmellow, and orange julius hazelnut oreo blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many kinds of cereal are in your cabinet?&lt;br /&gt;one. banana nut crunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your favorite type of soda?&lt;br /&gt;actually i don't like gassy drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you cook?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahh sure. in home ec, for home ec, and home ec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I N .T H E. L A S T. M O N T H , H A V E. Y O U?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. had a crush?&lt;br /&gt;yeah i think i fell for the guy thats on tv...&lt;3 sigh did you see the way he looked at me through the tv screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bought something:&lt;br /&gt;yes of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sang:&lt;br /&gt;haha sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Been hugged:&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Felt stupid:&lt;br /&gt;oh of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Missed someone?:&lt;br /&gt;yeah oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Danced crazy:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Gotten your hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;um no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cried:&lt;br /&gt;nah don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Lied:&lt;br /&gt;yes but it didn't and wouldn't hurt i swear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Stole anything?&lt;br /&gt;a little bit of limelight, nothing else. hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116295471413466901?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116295471413466901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116295471413466901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116295471413466901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116295471413466901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/t-h-e.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116280493020863244</id><published>2006-11-06T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T01:22:10.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha okay its not that bad really. &lt;br /&gt;i'm just as red as elmo(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole morning making a rough model of my house in the sims2. &lt;br /&gt;dadd requested for it, i can't wait to show him it later , cause its soo nice! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL tonight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116269805983911590</id><published>2006-11-04T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T19:40:59.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my gosh no i think he said THREE OR FOUR DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;now i know i always wanted an even tan, but this is...sick. &lt;br /&gt;feel terrible:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116269805983911590?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116269805983911590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116269805983911590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116269805983911590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116269805983911590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-my-gosh-no-i-think-he-said-three-or.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116269684314483949</id><published>2006-11-04T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T19:20:43.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>carnival yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm badly sunburnt. my shoulders, even my lips hurt. my face has turned crazily red :(&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i woke in the morning to find my face swelling badly. freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;doctor says it'll go down in TWO OR THREE DAYS and that i learnt my lesson not to stay in the sun too long. &lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm NOT going anywhere until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116269684314483949?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116269684314483949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116269684314483949' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1115/2560/1600/lex%20luther%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1115/2560/320/lex%20luther%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a small, celebrity crush on this guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116248096500444613?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116248096500444613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116248096500444613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116248096500444613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116248096500444613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-small-celebrity-crush-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116247940876891337</id><published>2006-11-02T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T06:56:48.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. had fun in today's match, a friendly with nyp, at nyp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;love short corner pushes. i'm gonna learn to push as hard as jingyu! cause' when the seniors were helping us prepare with the comp.s that time, she demo-ed and i was like, whoa. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel that my hits improved today! made me super happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, pitch training tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 pitch training! &lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116247940876891337?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116247940876891337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116247940876891337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116247940876891337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116247940876891337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116196334966852475</id><published>2006-10-27T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T08:35:49.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bessy is a funny person. &lt;br /&gt;she may look like she can't stand me, but in actual fact she &lt;3s me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;bessy posted on the last day of school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sining&lt;br /&gt;you are one funny person. you know what, you look quite ah lian. i had a interesting time sitting beside you during the post exam period and will surely miss those conversation and lame jokes !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm sure she didn't mean, lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay actually. no i think she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is so sad. miss purity and mrs nath, and everyone else. think i'm gonna do the msg thing, just like bessy did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um okay okay, lets do this systematically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my closest best friends(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL.&lt;br /&gt;two years since you've been my best friend, and ROMEO, recess buddy, and you've put up with my rubbish, and listened to every story i'd pour out to you. you know i realised i've never been mad at you! haha, anyway i had alot of fun, and i love you! but tsk, i'm going to slap your face if you really take pure geog okay, but if you really really do i'll still always be your stress reliever! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE. &lt;br /&gt;i've never been in the same class as you, but you've always been my best friend, my recess buddy, confidant, captain, hockey partner... haha we've had tons of good times, and there's still more to come(: i'm sorry for when i don't reply to your letters, i will to your last one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;table partners(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL.&lt;br /&gt;will write a letter to you, and i think i owe you 10 bucks still for the class thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REGINA.&lt;br /&gt;miss sitting at the back with you, was alot of fun, with a little guilt in some way, (: haha, but yeah. love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEGAN. GRACE. HUIZHEN. (joy luck club)&lt;br /&gt;whoa. i remember once we got pretty emotional. was funny. haha but i love you guys, insane and all. megan for some reason i'll miss when we rushed through homework the last minute, esp. chem. loved being your table partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUNG.&lt;br /&gt;haha i think you're wierd, not exactly in a bad way, but yeah. we hated sitting in the front, but there were good times. thanks for the math help really, and i think you're really amusing at times. and you'll always be there to wake me up when i almost fall asleep in physics. thanks man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BESSY.&lt;br /&gt;haha, sitting with you was crazy. you're always hiding chocolate waffles, and then sharing with me! you've helped me alot too, and i really will miss you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project work group(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLYNE. &lt;br /&gt;yay we had fun didn't we. you were a good macbeth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL. &lt;br /&gt;you hardworker(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIYUN.&lt;br /&gt;yo you've been so crazy this year. loved working with you, and the look on your face when Truffle's around. haha. kidding. i hope your premonition's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUIZHEN.&lt;br /&gt;haha financial literacy with you was fun! been doing projects with you since last year, and i think i'll miss that alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay there's still a thousand people i've left out, i'm sorry i have too. but you know i love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116196334966852475?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116196334966852475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116196334966852475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116196334966852475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116196334966852475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/bessy-is-funny-person.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116177336001418990</id><published>2006-10-25T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T03:49:20.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to vivo city with clarice ugenie mat suwenn and cheryl. but clarice and i went to find cheap food so we split. &lt;br /&gt;spent alot of time in toys r'us, fell in love with this red rose thats bendable, you know you know? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;bought this pirates of the carribean axe, clarice's belated birthday present for suwenn. and it makes a slashing sound when pirates fight with axes, every time you swing it in the air. bound to drive anyone with hearing abilities craaazzzyyy (=&lt;br /&gt;super funny.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you'll just get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivo's really huge, walked alot alot, found ourselves in the ferry terminal kinda place in harbour front, which is alot warmer than in vivo, which is freezing. clarice and i got a blueberry crumble from Hans. &lt;3  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were really tired on the way home, but missed a stop to Dhoby Gaut, ended up in Little India. &lt;br /&gt;ran into the rest in Dhoby Gaut again, took a bus home with ugenie , where i forgot to push the red button, missed my stop and had to walk back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, s'quite funny actually, when i think of it. &lt;br /&gt;thank god it didnt rain when i was walking back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. i'm under economical stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116177336001418990?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116177336001418990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116177336001418990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116177336001418990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116177336001418990'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116160761220433450</id><published>2006-10-23T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T05:46:52.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes, ipw presentation. &lt;br /&gt;was so nervous but clarice and annice sat in the front row and were cheering for me, made things alot easier (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way our pbl question was the easiest so we were pretty much slack. did with cheryl charlyne and siyun. i'm going to miss this group so much, with huizhen in it too of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;america's next top model later. i'm pretty much tired, but i have to sit through it. &lt;br /&gt;yeah i can. my sudden love for the show will override fatigue. i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116160655028094811</id><published>2006-10-23T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T05:29:10.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today feels like a friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and maykun had to stand behind for talking too much during pbl presentation:(&lt;br /&gt;and i was still grinning like an idiot, almost had to slap myself to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my right hand's too high on the stick.&lt;br /&gt;okay okay i'm going to correct that. no i am correcting that. &lt;br /&gt;i think if coach has to remind me again he'll scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did this spinning around thing in front of alot of people cuz i was trying to find the ball, joanne couldn't stop laughing at that one. &lt;br /&gt;she says its like a dog chasing its tail. &lt;br /&gt;okay at least i made her laugh, one hell of a day she'd had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consoling a friend now, but i don't know what to say to her, and its one of those nights that i'd prefer to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;selfish of me i know. &lt;br /&gt;okay i'm gonna go try be a good friend. after all she's always been there for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116160655028094811?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116160655028094811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116160655028094811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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do, is grow old with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get you medicine when your tummy aches &lt;br /&gt;Build you a fire if the furnace breaks &lt;br /&gt;So, it could be so nice growing old with you,.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you &lt;br /&gt;Kiss you &lt;br /&gt;Give you my coat when you are cold &lt;br /&gt;Need you &lt;br /&gt;Feed you &lt;br /&gt;Even let you hold the remote control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink &lt;br /&gt;Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink &lt;br /&gt;Oh I could be the man that grows old with you &lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh this song's so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY NIGHT -&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116144568027621942?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116144568027621942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116144568027621942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116144568027621942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116144568027621942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wanna-make-you-smile-whenever-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116134363235035234</id><published>2006-10-20T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T04:27:12.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay no those weren't my lines. they're from a really nice song, "if i am" by nine days. yeah i really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, loved going to myra's house today. she doesn't have a couch, just some comfortable cushions, some of which you can lie back on and watch tv. its so cute and i really like the lying down thing(: &lt;br /&gt;and she has a pet shrimp and a prawn. okay she says they're crayfishes. we found one had died though. no no no we didn't kill it.  but i'm so amused! i didnt know people kept crayfishes for pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops, i just realised that i do, but i never notice them because they're in this tank with lots of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;my dad's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myra has really really good oatmeal, already packaged kinds with flavours like APPLE AND CINNAMON. which is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;ugh and i've been eating plain quaker ones all along. must go search! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to regina's house with charlyne, and they went to play badminton so i had lunch with the hockey people then cabbed to training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 cheese fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psi was at a 92, so we skipped rope, did physicals and watched the aussies play against netherlands. was really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its friday! which is watch tv the whole night day!&lt;br /&gt;i think i should watch ghost whisperer. &lt;br /&gt;i'll get daddy to watch with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116134363235035234?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116134363235035234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116134363235035234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116134363235035234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116134363235035234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-no-those-werent-my-lines.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116125586211132567</id><published>2006-10-19T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T04:04:22.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i am, another waste of everything you've dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;i will let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i am, only here to watch you as you suffer&lt;br /&gt;i will let you down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116125586211132567?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116125586211132567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116125586211132567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116125586211132567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116125586211132567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-i-am-another-waste-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116125552976778129</id><published>2006-10-19T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T03:58:49.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so im not going to sleep in on friday/ tmr. &lt;br /&gt;going to myra's place to prepare for ipw presentation on monday. think its gonna be fun, since i've never worked with this group before. actually whats with preparation for presentations! whats wrong with impromptu, isn't that how everybody does it.&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind, we'll just make mrs nath happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;window-shopped with megan today. cause we were both super bored with no training and all.&lt;br /&gt;we found this totally common looking demin skirt thats $229. but really, what was expensive was the crystals embedded on it, which i think i can without. &lt;br /&gt;and we saw jiamin's nice fcuk shirt! &lt;br /&gt;i think seven eleven is almost the best place to turn to if you've got no money for a meal. megan and i bought beehoon in a plastic container for one dollar and seventy cents! haha. okay but it sucked. but the donuts there are only a dollar and they dont look so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this bag today. and i like it more than any other bags i've seen in a while. okay actually i really really like it.&lt;br /&gt;must go hint to mom, she's waiting for me to say something about my belated-birthday-present-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;love megan! wish she was still my table partner. &lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116125552976778129?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116125552976778129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116125552976778129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116125552976778129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116125552976778129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-so-im-not-going-to-sleep-in-on.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116118396947818480</id><published>2006-10-18T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:06:09.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mini drama today. fun stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;shirley looked so cute with braids, i think she should wear it everyday! haha. &lt;br /&gt;and everything was so hilarious. loved clara and rita! they're exactly the same way outside the drama. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training today and the weather was so terribly hot. but it got better after a while. &lt;br /&gt;and oh my gosh water supply's cut off and i'm dehydrating. miss my iced tea! &lt;br /&gt;during games carn. grace and i picked up a random ice mountain bottle beside the pitch and drank. okay but we were really dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home so tired, i slept for a bit. i guess thats why its 2300 and i cant sleep. tsk. &lt;br /&gt;waking up in the morning now is so painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankgod i get to sleep in on friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116118396947818480?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116118396947818480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116118396947818480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116118396947818480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116118396947818480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/mini-drama-today.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116100709959379982</id><published>2006-10-16T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T06:58:19.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no more papers to get back tmr, or any day after that. good.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i can deal with the TRAUMA. hahaha. okay, so i've made a crucial decision to get science tuition. anybody reccommend me anything okay.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. i can't stand tuition, never really had any, but sometimes you have to SACRIFICE. haha. today, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so proud of siyun cuz i heard she did really well for math. haha and i don't know why, i felt proud. ah i think i just love her too much. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bessy forgot to give me my guides cookies today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was training. PSI was at a crazy 120 sth but no one said training was cancelled. waited and waited for the announcement, but nah we didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;then it was so funny cause' we played CONCENTRATION with the sec ones, omg i dropped out real quick. took over joan, but still dropped out darn fast. i can't CONCENTRATE very well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and valerie and joan and peiyi and xiucheng tried to teach me how to play some black sheep baabaa game. i don't really get, so when me and valerie played i just stoned and went, "huh".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coach came. but we watched a germany vs. netherlands hockey match that mr ng taped before. nice. idolised the german captain for about ten minutes, which, by the way, has nice hair too. &lt;br /&gt;was really tired, and you know its so irritating when you dont wanna sleep but just have to sleep?? yeah, decided that the only way to keep awake and watch the match was to be in active discussion with joanne bout it. haha, so went to sit beside joanne and do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarice annice and denise and i went to amk library. read "baby blues". &lt;br /&gt;so tired i just hugged my shoebag and went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;woke up to be a hungry person so i got a blueberry muffin. received a chocolate chip one. disappointed, but oh well. was also good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. america's next top model's in ten minutes. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116100709959379982?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116100709959379982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116100709959379982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116100709959379982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116100709959379982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-more-papers-to-get-back-tmr-or-any.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116100608199193595</id><published>2006-10-16T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T06:41:22.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. sining&lt;br /&gt;2. piglet(cheryl) &lt;br /&gt;3. retard(timothy) haha and um. "stupid sining"(bossy bessy) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. crazycookiemonster&lt;br /&gt;2. neongreenlights&lt;br /&gt;3. Round about in pretty circles, but will you ever tire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siyun hates me to say it, maybe you know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. chinese&lt;br /&gt;2. ?&lt;br /&gt;3. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. prolonged complete silence.&lt;br /&gt;2. horror films where the bad guy does NOT die. i mean like, ?? &lt;br /&gt;3. psychologically challenged people, for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;2. music.&lt;br /&gt;3. i think i'll feel wierd without my phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR&lt;br /&gt;MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. lifehouse.&lt;br /&gt;2. five for fighting.&lt;br /&gt;3. nine days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;1. all at once (the fray)&lt;br /&gt;2. boston(augustana)&lt;br /&gt;3. nine days (if i am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE BOOKS YOU ARE CURRENTLY&lt;br /&gt;READING / GOING TO READ:&lt;br /&gt;1. the go-to girl (oh my gosh its sad)&lt;br /&gt;2. summer something,  can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;3. whatever megan'll recommend me! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;umm, fun, putting up with eachother's rubbish, and just being there sometimes, you know? yeah, you do. good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE&lt;br /&gt;PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMMMM. i'm thinking, i'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. hockey.&lt;br /&gt;2. reading, romance novels preferbly..&lt;br /&gt;3. channel surfing, wish i had more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY&lt;br /&gt;BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. play hockey.&lt;br /&gt;2. watch a comedy. oh my gosh long way to go till america's next top model.&lt;br /&gt;3. get tuition and i can't believe i'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE&lt;br /&gt;CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i know i know!! but you cannot laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;ok fine even if you do i won't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hockey player, you know, the professional kinds...YEAH&lt;br /&gt;2. a shrink. &lt;br /&gt;3. lawyer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON&lt;br /&gt;VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. prague&lt;br /&gt;2. boston&lt;br /&gt;3. germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE BOYS NAMES YOU LIKE :&lt;br /&gt;1. Wyatt&lt;br /&gt;2. Keith&lt;br /&gt;3. Caleb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Adam. OR Kyle. haha s'quite alot actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE GIRLS NAMES YOU LIKE :&lt;br /&gt;1. Reese.&lt;br /&gt;2. Abigail.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rhean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. watch a hockey world cup. yay. GERMANY.  &lt;br /&gt;2. get married! haha&lt;br /&gt;3. omg don't tell you. (:haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CELEB CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1.Chad Michael Murray (taken, i know)&lt;br /&gt;2.Utt (I KNOW, I KNOW)&lt;br /&gt;3. oh that guy, you know you know? no? okay anyway i don't KNOW him too. don't you dare ask me. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116100608199193595?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116100608199193595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116100608199193595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116100608199193595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116100608199193595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/three-names-you-go-by-1.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116100255622555271</id><published>2006-10-16T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T05:49:09.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Where were you 1 hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;    the library with clarice annice and denise. haha, their names are nice said altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You plan to be a... ?&lt;br /&gt;   nobel receiver. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the largest amount of money you spent&lt;br /&gt;in one store?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. don't remember, but shouldn't be alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is there anything blue within 10 feet of&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;my blue adidas bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When is the last time you went to the&lt;br /&gt;mall?&lt;br /&gt;um. yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you wearing socks right now?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Whats ur mood like?&lt;br /&gt;average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. death note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who do you think are good actors?&lt;br /&gt;adam sandler, ben stiller, chad michael murray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. And good actresses?&lt;br /&gt;dakota fanning, drew berrymore, reese witherspoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you wash your car or let the car&lt;br /&gt;wash do it?&lt;br /&gt;i think we wash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last fast food you ate?&lt;br /&gt;carl's jnr. oh wait, no it was mos burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last week at this time?&lt;br /&gt;whoa. can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you bought any clothing items in the last&lt;br /&gt;few days?&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When is the last time you ran?&lt;br /&gt;few hours ago, to beat the traffic lights. haha. if that doesn't count, friday then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's the last sporting event you&lt;br /&gt;watched?&lt;br /&gt;video-taped hockey match, germany vs netherlands. sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite subject&lt;br /&gt;english literature! and history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;oh darling, anywhere with you is heaven. haha nah, preferbly prague, or boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last person's house you were in?&lt;br /&gt;oh, i dont know! grace? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you crazy?&lt;br /&gt;you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. do u miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;yeah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Last play you saw?&lt;br /&gt;play? play. no i havent been to one in a longgg while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are your plans for tonight&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i'm going to figure out talentime for tmr,then stay up to watch america's next top model! yay ive been waiting for it all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like people you're not close to call you&lt;br /&gt;Honey, Baby ??&lt;br /&gt;hey i think i do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Ever gone to a camp?&lt;br /&gt;yeah oh my gosh i'm not a big camp person okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you dumped someone?&lt;br /&gt;nice one. nope. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What do you want to know about the&lt;br /&gt;future?&lt;br /&gt;yeah! am i going to be pretty and famous? &lt;br /&gt;oh just tell me, am i going to marry and be happy!&lt;br /&gt;will i always love brown and green!&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you hungry&lt;br /&gt;oh nowhere near that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you collect anything?&lt;br /&gt;beautiful memories. okay okay, no i dont do stamps and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled&lt;br /&gt;over?&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i don't drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever drank your soda from a&lt;br /&gt;straw?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. oh but i dont like soda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. How do you like your drinks?&lt;br /&gt;depending on what kinds really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you like hot sauce?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you like western food?&lt;br /&gt;yeah its alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Are you more Oriental or Western?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Are you someone's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;yay. of course i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Did you play with Lego/Barbie when you were&lt;br /&gt;young?&lt;br /&gt;yeah both. but i got easily bored with lego, and my barbies didn't have enough clothes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you sweet?&lt;br /&gt;huh! more than i look. haha(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116100255622555271?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116100255622555271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116100255622555271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116100255622555271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116100255622555271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116092416262100767</id><published>2006-10-15T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:56:02.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess i finally changed my blogskin. some time, it took :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually you know it kinda looks familiar. no? &lt;br /&gt;maybe someone had it before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. i wish there wasn't school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. just doesn't work that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116092416262100767?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116092416262100767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116092416262100767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116092416262100767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116092416262100767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-guess-i-finally-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116056194482842581</id><published>2006-10-11T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T03:20:40.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>then again, maybe YOU won't. &lt;br /&gt;because i didn't, and am not going to tell YOU (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116056194482842581?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116056194482842581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116056194482842581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116056194482842581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116056194482842581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/then-again-maybe-you-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116056093561611687</id><published>2006-10-11T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T03:02:15.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's still that tingly feeling in me. i love today, maybe you know why ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116056093561611687?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116056093561611687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116056093561611687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116056093561611687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116056093561611687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/theres-still-that-tingly-feeling-in-me.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116031780322899051</id><published>2006-10-08T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T07:30:03.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;this is pretty much nonsense right?&lt;br /&gt;but its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EAEAEA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Caramel Crunch Donut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/caramel-crunch-donut.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a complex creature, and you're guilty of complicating things for fun.&lt;br /&gt;You've been known to sit around pondering the meaning of life...&lt;br /&gt;Or at times, pondering the meaning of your doughnut.&lt;br /&gt;To frost or not to frost? To fill or not to fill? These are your eternal questions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont like caramel! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116031780322899051?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116031780322899051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116031780322899051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116031780322899051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116031780322899051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-know-what-youre-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116021330465349732</id><published>2006-10-07T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T02:28:24.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh. emerald green(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Emerald Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/emerald-green.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep and mysterious, it often seems like no one truly gets you.&lt;br /&gt;Inside, you are very emotional and moody - though you don't let it show.&lt;br /&gt;People usually have a strong reaction to you... profound love or deep hate.&lt;br /&gt;But you can even get those who hate you to come around. There's something naturally harmonious about you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Green Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Drama Princess (or Prince)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/princess.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not over the top dramatic, but you have your moments.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to steal the spotlight...&lt;br /&gt;And how to act out to get your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around you know that you're good for a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But at times, your drama gets a bit too much for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Tone it down a tad, and you'll still be the center of attention.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/"&gt;Are You a Drama Queen (or King)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs shoulders.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116021330465349732?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116021330465349732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116021330465349732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116021330465349732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116021330465349732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-116004468361067907</id><published>2006-10-05T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T03:38:03.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SINING LOVES PRETTY LITERATURE&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;yay. can't wait for tmr. &lt;br /&gt;and i like the fray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna eat hello panda; but SOMEBODY stole the last packet. &lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-116004468361067907?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/116004468361067907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=116004468361067907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116004468361067907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/116004468361067907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/sining-loves-pretty-literature3-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-115995605582930233</id><published>2006-10-04T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T03:00:55.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa my birthday seemed like a thousand years ago. but was kinda fun, i spent that whole entire day finishing revision for geography...geography. ugh and after math today i'm a little more afraid to get my papers back. but s'okay i'll get my grades together, even though that would have to be next year. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway loads of people wished me happy birthday and that made me happy. haha, its kinda cool when you know people remember. even though, friendster helps alot with that. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still so excited bout' the prospect of waking up later and going to school at noon, because of psle. even if, it means to take a paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i heard chinese is going to be hard :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-115995605582930233?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/115995605582930233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=115995605582930233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115995605582930233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115995605582930233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/10/whoa-my-birthday-seemed-like-thousand.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-115893895984345550</id><published>2006-09-22T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:29:19.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS MY BIRTHDAY tmr.&lt;br /&gt;but its friday and i just had the best day ever so i have to blog this! and i'm going to remember this for ever and ever(: haha, well until i turn old and grey, and lose my memory then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was almost late for school today, but i rushed to put down my stuff, and CHERYL, like every morning, waited for me with her hands behind her back, as she always does, so we could go for morning assembly together, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a drag, assembly. but REGINA asked her favorite question, "SINING, ARE YOU DOING ANY SCANDELOUS THING TODAY?",and that made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurried to class after assembly, to find JOANNE waiting for me there. she gave me this folded up paper like some graduation slip and its GREEEEEN. and there was also this ceremic jar (?) thats cream coloured with a BRROOWWWWNNN cover. YUQING and GRACE went, "oh my goshh so nice!" and they opened it and their eyes grew damn big. "CAN I HAVE ONE?" and i thought, ohmygosh whats that. and i saw tons of HERSHEYS CHOCOLATE KISSES in there. milk chocolate and cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was common test period, math and science but ms lee wasnt here so MEGAN came over to do the chem worksheet with me and BESSY. had hersheys, then chocolate hello panda, which cheryl gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess. cheryl and i went to return a pen to ms stella, and unity was having their home ec. waited for joanne and she let me try her udon. i liked the meatballs alot. we spotted MICHELLE and CHIA ERN and ate with them. JOANNE says she spent alot of time finding the jar for me,she knew i'd like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during chinese BESSY and i forgot to do our "chang wen suo duan lian xi" so we quickly pretended to do, but its quite hard cuz we sit in front. i told her what i hoped so badly would happen today. she suggested i did something. i told her no. and then we started listing the PROS and CONS of that particular action! i told her if anyone saw the paper i'd DIE. she said " dont worry! i'll write in my special language no one can understand!" and i thought, great, how. and when i looked i realise she had made BLANKS in the words! like pros, becomes "p_os" HAHAHA. and we wrote quite alot of cons and some pros and luo lao shi came and went," eh, hua wen xu yao xie zhe ge meh?" and we laughed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese lit. EUNICE called my name and i turned around and she said, "sining, happy birthday tomorrow, i want to be the first person to wish you happy birthday. come, shake my hand. happy birthday" &lt;br /&gt;amused,i was, i tell you. then SYLVIA who sits beside eunice went, " i also." and stretched out her hand. and HANXU too. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to sleep through the show they played for that 1 1/2 hour of lit. but the seats were so bloody uncomfortable i woke up after 20 mins fully awake. then i saw the hope people and how they slept. so tried to copy them but it was uncomfortable too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VE lesson, mrs cheong came late, and we were dismissed late. wasnt time for lunch before math quiz so mr lin said to go home and do! which was better cuz math wouldve ended at 3.30. :/ &lt;br /&gt;before cheryl left she gave me a hug and said "happy birthday". she says she wants to be the first person to msg me "happy birthday" tmr morning. WELL, WE'LL SEE. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to unity, and joanne said MATILDA would come with us to j8! was so happy. haha. enru gave me a hug and said happy birthday! so joanne mat and i lugged an OVEN, bags of home ec stuff, and all our stuff to mat's house first. her dog's ten times smaller than mine, super cute and it keeps following joanne around. cabbed to j8, we got icecream. and then mat and jo bought me a minnie mouse balloon, its the kinds that will inflate only after TWO MONTHS. haha. we took neos, laughed at them, walked around a bit and finally found a seat in macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanne and mat had to go, but i was waiting for an apple pie, so we said goodbye. then i realised mat left her history file behind. rushed to where they were, but then i realised i WENT THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION SO I ENDED UP GOING ONE BIG ROUND. joanne was waiting for her dad so she called to tell me to "hurry up". and after all that rush i realised i wasnt hungry anymore. gave joanne the apple pie, and mrt-ied home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 23.10pm. yongyi and bryce wished me happy birthday in advance some time ago. yay they remembered(:&lt;br /&gt;and to everyone else that did, thankyou, you just made my day even brighter than it already was(:&lt;br /&gt;and all those whose names were in BOLD in this freaking long post, I LOVE YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE AND MAT. oh my gosh i know with the exams you guys have to study and all, but thanks for spending time with me today, and for the balloon which is really cute. AND birthday people are equally capable of carrying stuff too. (: loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL. for all you've done for me, thats equivalent to a hundred birthday presents. and even if you aren't the first to msg me, i'll still love you anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENRU. yes, tmr is the 23 september, not october. but i love you anyway too!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argued bout which was better, hershey kisses or the bar. &lt;br /&gt;AW COME ON, THE OBVIOUS ANSWER'S THE KISSES.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-115893895984345550?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/115893895984345550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=115893895984345550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115893895984345550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115893895984345550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-my-birthday-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-115884941140266186</id><published>2006-09-21T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T07:36:51.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and karon's birthday's today! heard they were celebrating in the basketball courts, i missed it. jo and i went running(: then clarice spotted us and screamed at us from the specs stand because we didn't ask her to run with us. HAHA. okay, must remember to ask her tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and siyun, cheryl and melissa gave me a note today. well okay melissa wrote for everybody, siyun's was a postcard of a warning to shop lifters. whatever that means. cheryl's was sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-115884941140266186?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/115884941140266186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=115884941140266186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115884941140266186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115884941140266186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-karons-birthdays-today-heard-they.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-115884875214706533</id><published>2006-09-21T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T07:25:52.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was so excited to watch HAROLD AND THE PURPLE CRAYON today during art. but then i fell asleep on " HAROLD'S FAIRYTALE", because, the narrator's voice is not what you'd want to listen to when you're tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got a blueberry waffle for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;the green one(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've got new nickelodeon bedsheets that are white with orange icons on them, and a pretty blue animated pillowsheet with the moon and some stars on BOTH sides that GLOW in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;gave me one hell of a shock at first i tell you. &lt;br /&gt;but now i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-115884875214706533?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/115884875214706533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=115884875214706533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115884875214706533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115884875214706533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/09/was-so-excited-to-watch-harold-and.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-115824534126451402</id><published>2006-09-14T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T07:49:01.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well today i :&lt;br /&gt;1. stained my pencil case pink. (its black, but the myuk label's white, so its now pink)&lt;br /&gt;2. got the bio teacher's hands all pink too, and she doesnt know why. &lt;br /&gt;3. cooked spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;4. witnessed a hilarious video of a hippo singing the lion king song, on meikun's phone.  &lt;br /&gt;5. heard bessy say i never update my blog. liar, she is(:&lt;br /&gt;6. talked to and shared an umbrella with charmaine for the first time in a long long while.(:&lt;br /&gt;7. ate a blueberry waffle for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;8. am going to study for lit now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-115824534126451402?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/115824534126451402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=115824534126451402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115824534126451402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115824534126451402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-today-i-1.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-115807581173131595</id><published>2006-09-12T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T08:43:31.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1115/2560/1600/bessy%20chinpei%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1115/2560/320/bessy%20chinpei%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bessy chinpei and i. okayy, so we were supposed to be working on home ec. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-115807581173131595?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/115807581173131595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=115807581173131595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115807581173131595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115807581173131595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/09/bessy-chinpei-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-115797133251157148</id><published>2006-09-11T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T03:42:12.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i love the exam sitting position! &lt;br /&gt;see i've got bessy in front of me and gets beside me. yanyi's on my other side, i never really talked to her but i will now! and oh its going to be so fun. okay so we're still quite in front, but nevermind, its still going to be fun. oh and hilary's sitting behind me. so maybe i'll get to know her better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i'd say this cause' bessy and i used to "can't stand" eachother and she once she told on me to her prefect friend MINDY because i didn't have a bloody button on my belt. but I LOVE BESSY, A LITTLE UNSOUND AND ALL. &lt;br /&gt;and everytime the teacher says something wierd we'll look at eachother from across the room and raise our eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i like gets. she's funny and she laughs at my comments. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks i'll miss this class so much next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and now i have a bloody button on my belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! and today she was super stressed out on the specs stand taking attendance, i laughed so hard, you guys should have seen her face! &lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-115797133251157148?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/115797133251157148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=115797133251157148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115797133251157148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115797133251157148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-i-love-exam-sitting-position-see.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24662200.post-115771810287605192</id><published>2006-09-08T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T05:21:42.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my gosh i'm watching smallville and i'm so freaking scared. its so good i love it. &lt;br /&gt;oh okay its back from the comercial. the sheriff's dead already, no no i don't think she'll really die, and lex's dying, but he wont die either. ahhh you know everytime they don't watch their back, don't they realise someone can just sneak up from behind and hit them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh okay climax's over. this is the sweet part. &lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24662200-115771810287605192?l=-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/feeds/115771810287605192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24662200&amp;postID=115771810287605192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115771810287605192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24662200/posts/default/115771810287605192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-thewaythecookiecrumbles.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-my-gosh-im-watching-smallville-and.html' title=''/><author><name>foodaddict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073311072301233786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
